This morning it was sunny but windy. Then the wind dropped (it was still sunny). I happened to drive by Silver Lake during this calm period and it was slick as glass and really pretty with the sunlight reflecting off the water. A couple of hours later, I looked up and out the windows and it was snowing! (Nothing stuck, but there were definitely flurries for about 10 or 15 minutes.) Now, it's freezing cold and windy again, but there's no precipitation at the moment. I'm not quite sure what to expect next.
It just struck me that the weather is a kind of metaphor for life. We try to analyze its patterns, predict its future, and sometimes wish we could control it. But, like weather, life is stubbornly unpredictable, the future is not promised to anyone, and we have far less control than we like to think we have. None of this is necessarily bad. As Seinfeld might say, it is what it is.
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